His Fallen Angel
"......Just a little OneShot to prepare myself for writing my new multi-chap story that Im gonna post soon(tomorrow, I think) Im not used to writing R/M multi-chapters, so I wanted a bit more practice...."
His fallen angel had bruises under his swollen eyes and cuts all across his face. Burn marks traced his too-thin sides that were covered only by the thin material that made his bed sheet. His fallen angel had faded track marks underneath his arms and deathly pale skin. His wings had been tainted black and had been torn at the seams from his demons and his sorrows. His fallen angel was solemn and depressed, but he still loved his angel.
He held his fallen angel close to him at night- always careful not to tear his wings even more. He dressed his angel's cuts and poured salt in his wounds. He gently brushed back his fallen angel's dark, curly hair and allowed his angel to trust someone again. His angel always tried not to cry, but he always ended crying anyway.
Neither of them cared, though.
When he needed his fallen angel, he was always there for him, and now it was his turn to be there for his angel. His fallen angel wrapped his arms around him at night and begged him to hold him. He always did, even if the begging for trust broke his heart.
His fallen angel taught him how to trust people again, and he taught is angel how to love someone. They both needed each other, despite how imperfect they both truly were.
Together, these two broken creatures laid down together as the pouring rain echoed against their windows.
And every night, they silently prayed things would change.
".....Guess who the angel is :) hehehe....And I liked this one! Even if it was pretty short. I hope this wasnt too stupid for you guys. Pleaz R&R!"